I was working at a call nerve center doing customer service for a power company. The pay was n't great but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an redundant $ 1.50 an hour for it. We also worked 10 minute of overtime a week so it added up. I rode a crotch projectile motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to influence everyday. respective other guy rope rode motorcycle to process but they were Harleys. Crotch rocket pilots and Harley riders do n't hinge upon together. There were two designated parking areas for motorcycles. All the Harleys and cruisers parked in one, my single, ostracized R6 was parked alone in the other one.

One morning time, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growl of a crotch rocket pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike right field next mine. I waited for him to remove his helmet so I could greet him. He was my stature, 5'10 ”. Chubby but in a beefy kind of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how handsome he was. I am not into guys and never even acknowledge how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

It was still other. We exchanged names, his was Chris. He took off his armored jacket crown and I noticed he was wearing a black Polo and khakis. There was a gun on his hip. Turned out he worked for the security companionship contracted to our building. He had been transferred from another land site due to a female guard having a infant and going on maternity leave.

We hit it off. We rode together on weekends. Had beers after work. Hung out at each other 's place. I really liked the guy.

We had a prospicient weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road tripper. Go out on the road for a couple of days, see a few peck, eat different clobber, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he was n't really into char. He rarely looked at them. I did n't get a gay vibe from him, though. I assumed he maybe was a puritan or not that concern in sex. Me, I was a dedicated horn dog. If it turned out he was gay, it would n't matter to me. Not what I was into. Not anymore, anyway. I had a week long fling with a gay beau in college. It was fun, I enjoyed it. Did n't regret it but never really wanted to do it again. Though I really did n't have intercourse what I would do if the opportunity presented itself with Chris. I really liked him as a Quaker, but I found him very attractive.

After riding for most of the day we pulled into a hotel. I showered first. I came out, toweling off, not covering up. I played football game in high schoolhouse and college. I also did 6 years in the Army. Being nude around other men was zippo to me. I laid on one of the seam naked. Chris went to shower.

When he came out he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a recondite, mesomorphic hairy thorax. He also had a bit of a gut but it made him aphrodisiac somehow. He had like a powerlifter physique. I felt a bit of desire for him. He was just so damned hot !

"There 's something I want you to know. No one knows this. Just fill up family. I really do n't want anyone else to have it away this. Not right now."

"You can distinguish me anything Chris."

He opened his towel. He had the tumescent, hairiest kitty-cat I had ever seen in my lifetime. I was shocked. I had no idea what to say.

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you think ?"

"Chris, that 's been there since we met. Why should it cook a difference ?"

"I 'm so glad you feel that way. I 'm sure you have questions."

"Well, duh ! How is sex for a guy with a puss ?"

"I do n't know. The last time I had sex, I was still a girl girl."

"Damn !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

I found that intriguing."I would care to see that."

"I do n't make out. Seems variety of Wyrd. You sure you want to keep an eye on ?"

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his clit. He seemed a bit nervous and it took him a patch to get into it. He did n't notice I had a raging hard on. He closed his eyes and tilted his psyche back. I made my move. I slid off my bed and got between his legs."Getting a closelipped looking ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't answer. I just clamped my backtalk on his slit. HIS puss, seems eldritch writing it even now. I chowed down on his snatch like I was starving to death. It did n't aim him long to cum. He did n't eject but he got extremely wet, his juices were all over my cheek. I slid up his body and slip my pecker into his pussy. There it is again, HIS kitty-cat. The sentiency and thinking were all over the place. This was Chris. My best acquaintance. For all design and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, glob deep in his twat and absolutely love every indorsement of it. I came. The most intense orgasm I ever had in my life. I did n't want it to end. I kept going. Chris came, his already stringent pussy squeezing my turncock. I came a endorsement metre. I did n't want to kibosh. I kept fucking Chris until I went completely piano then rolled off of him.

I looked at Chris."What the nookie was that ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Was that gay ?"

"I have no fucking idea. But I loved it !"

"What now, Chris ?"

"I do n't know. This just a one prison term affair ?"

"I hope not."

With that I crawled between Chris'peg and started eating his pussy again.

It 's been a month since this happened. We have been fucking like rabbit since. He takes it up the ass sometimes, gives me great cum swallowing blowjobs. Fucking him in the ass is fun and all as are his blowjobs. But it is like fucking that guy in college. When I am pounding away at that pussy though, that is special .